This was the first Christmas without my Mama. I was doing way better than I had anticipated. I prepared the desserts the night before with no problems. Woke up early to start on the rest of the dinner. Watched my munchkins open their presents. Plus hosted dinner for all of my family.
But after the kids were in bed, and I was left with silence. It hit me. It's still hitting me. I'm crying as I type this post right now in hopes of some type of relief. But it's not working. AT ALL. One of my aunts got the kids a tshirt with a picture of my mom on it and it said "To my beautiful granddaughter, Love Nana" and "To my handsome grandson, Love Nana." I had to walk out of the room when they opened them. My son came up to me and said, "It's ok Mama. Nana's in heaven now." And I know this yall, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. It just hurts so much when I realize that we will never make any more memories. That my kids will never get to open a gift from her, or hear her brag on them, or be told that she loves them.
It scares me that they may forget her. I have no idea how to keep those memories alive for them when I can barely talk about her without crying.
Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all things. That's the biggest lie known to man. It doesn't heal anything, we simply learn how to disguise it better. Time makes it worse. Time is ruthless. Time keeps moving. Time doesn't stop for one second to see if your okay. Time doesn't stop to show respect/ Time doesn't care. It doesn't care that as it keeps moving memories fade,or that her voice isn't as clear to me. Days still change to night, while sometimes I'm still stuck on August 23, 2016. Like today. Right now. In this moment, all I can hear is that deafening beep saying that her heart is no longer beating. And the pain is still paralyzing...
But after the kids were in bed, and I was left with silence. It hit me. It's still hitting me. I'm crying as I type this post right now in hopes of some type of relief. But it's not working. AT ALL. One of my aunts got the kids a tshirt with a picture of my mom on it and it said "To my beautiful granddaughter, Love Nana" and "To my handsome grandson, Love Nana." I had to walk out of the room when they opened them. My son came up to me and said, "It's ok Mama. Nana's in heaven now." And I know this yall, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. It just hurts so much when I realize that we will never make any more memories. That my kids will never get to open a gift from her, or hear her brag on them, or be told that she loves them.
It scares me that they may forget her. I have no idea how to keep those memories alive for them when I can barely talk about her without crying.
Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all things. That's the biggest lie known to man. It doesn't heal anything, we simply learn how to disguise it better. Time makes it worse. Time is ruthless. Time keeps moving. Time doesn't stop for one second to see if your okay. Time doesn't stop to show respect/ Time doesn't care. It doesn't care that as it keeps moving memories fade,or that her voice isn't as clear to me. Days still change to night, while sometimes I'm still stuck on August 23, 2016. Like today. Right now. In this moment, all I can hear is that deafening beep saying that her heart is no longer beating. And the pain is still paralyzing...










